Rosewater Oasis A white stag pulls up a stool and bellows hymns to enchantments.

She didn’t really react to Towhee’s declaration, though the next time she spoke, her words were a little more enunciated. She apologized for being rude—earning a good-natured but dismissive snort from Towhee—then asked what the wolf was doing here.

Resting, she replied simply, pausing for a few beats before declaring, On that note, I’ll leave you to your meal. I’m gonna curl up in a nice patch of shade.

The palm trees provided a decent amount of it but Towhee wanted to give the pregnant(?) coyote(?) space to eat. With a couple of grunts and groans, she pushed upright, tipping a forepaw at the other canine before melting away into the green bowery.